English (machine translation)
My chai without yours morning Gay
Out in Beara my position on the strand,
a voice of birds butter pull over the mountains at the seaside
In Step Furze as is my love,
is suddenly pleasant strange to léimfinn,
Your rithfinn free from distress the tláis
Do not give back to this world scamallaibh
If my léirdhóthain obtain a view of my white chaoimhshearc.
my need be connected to prostrate,
The strength of my heart both strangled here in the street,
the length 'is within the river and wind clean sea,
Calling is calling on the hearts of this butter middle,
sweet vibrant leathanbhog the air there,
a brightness of the sun that extensive on the white,
is alas, that era of gcraobhfholt bhanúil woman,
Without us both among the gorse as to the time we were.
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